Emma heard her phone—technically Miles’ phone, but whatever—as it chirped. Looking at it, she saw she had a new snap from “Emma”. She gritted her teeth. She knew she never should have agreed to swap with Miles. At the time she hadn’t realized it could turn out badly. She had underestimated Miles. But he was already well on his way to fucking through the entire male population of Timber Flats High School.
Emma opened the snap and her eyes boggled. “Yes, that’s your best friend” the caption read. Male best friend, anyway, an idle part of Emma’s mind noted. The rest of her was still stunned.
